Paws On

C A S I M I R

he heard rumors of basilisk's assistant holding classes for fight training at the smithy. he thought he'd make an appearance and earn some training. wanting to strive for a higher rank, he was always on the go. after some moments, a call of convenience filtered through the spring air- a gathering for a fight lesson it seemed. he quickly followed suit, his large alabaster form making way to the scene & sitting across from the others. he smiled gently at others before nodding once and introducing himself, "Hello, I'm Casimir." he glanced at them all before returning his gaze to the assumed professor.

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